Fat, lazy, stupid, slob
Useless, unwanted, burden
Never amount to anything
For a lifetime
I listened to these words
Made them mine
Over and over in my mind
Making them real
I can’t tell where they end
And my thoughts begin
Afraid to believe
Not daring to hope, unable to trust
Fearful and afraid
Where do I go?
Who can I trust, who do I know?
Who will love me for me?
Wait, what did you call me?
My child, I will love you for you.
Why, what must I do?
I have loved you from the beginning of time.
There must be a catch.
What do I need to do?
Nothing. I created you and love you as you are.
What?! With all these imperfections?
Why? Why me?
I chose you because of who you are.
What?! Is this a bad joke?
But why me?
Aren’t there others better suited for you
And your needs than me?
No, I want you
Because through me all things are possible
When you lean on me.
When you trust me
You can do the impossible
Remember, my child, I am ALWAYS there
Because I love you
I love you
You are my child and always will be
Psalm 139:13-14 (NIV)
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Thank you Rita for this beautiful poem! I know we all wrestle with insecurities. It’s so tough! I pray Rita’s poem has been a blessing and encouragement to you.
How has God helped you with your scars? Share with us so we can be encouraged.